when i'm sad, everything starts to smell like smoke.

i finally stopped killing myself,

because of you.

i don't know if i ever told you that.

but it's back now for no reason...

...maybe it never really went away.

i’m not really alive.
i’m just wasting time,
until i feel like i can live again.

i’m too shy to do the things i love anymore...

...so i do the things i hate.

i’m too shy to capitalize...

...because capital letters are too assertive.

tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.